I spent last weekend at Gladstone’s Library. Between my arrival on the Friday afternoon and when I packed up to check out on Sunday morning, I wrote over 9,000 words: mostly story drafts (of which I posted a short one the other day), but some of those words were drafts of blog posts, from thoughts I had while I was somewhere slightly
As anyone who follows me on either Twitter or Facebook is likely to already have noticed, I spent this weekend at Gladstone’s Library in North Wales on a writing retreat organised by my lovely publishers, Manifold Press. Over dinner on the Friday night, we discussed their current anthology project ‘A Call To Arms’, for stories set during WW2. Heloise Mezen,
No, not the party game. I’ve been thinking this week about consequences of choices we make. I’m still trying to figure out a coherent way of expressing these thoughts, but hey, I’m a story teller, so I figure I’ll use borrow some tools from fiction-writing. First, the inciting incident: My Grandad died last week. Context: He was 89, but his